Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.